25/05/2026
Today is technically my day off… although judging by the ever-growing list of jobs waiting for me on the agility field, I’m not entirely convinced the field got that memo. 😅
Before I crack on with all of that though, I wanted to give a little update on Thor and his adventures over the last few weeks.
A couple of weeks ago, we had two or three little bust-ups between Thor and Spudley. To be fair to them, male dogs are often very different to females when disagreements happen. It was very much handbags at dawn rather than anything serious, and nobody was hurt, but that doesn’t mean I ignore it. I don’t like conflict between dogs, and I certainly don’t want things escalating.
So, we tightened things up a bit.
At the moment, if they’re out together, I keep Spud closer to me and I watch Thor very carefully. If I see him staring at Spud or becoming too focused on him, I interrupt it immediately and remind him of the boundaries. Calmly, clearly, consistently.
I also realised that having loads of balls and toys scattered around the agility paddock probably wasn’t helping matters. Spudley adores toys, Thor adores toys, and having high-value items all over the place while they were simply existing together was probably asking a little too much at this stage.
So for now, no toys in the paddock while the boys are together.
Eventually, we’ll work on turn-taking and sharing space around toys, but right now my priority is much simpler:
I want Thor comfortable around Spud.
I want Spud to stop worrying that Thor might kick off.
And ultimately, I want them to ignore each other.
That, to me, is success.
I don’t need them to be best friends.
I don’t need them to play together.
I don’t need them to interact at all.
Neutrality is massively underrated in dog training.
And honestly, I’m really pleased with the progress.
Yesterday, while I was working on the paddock, Spud was happily sniffing around and Thor simply trotted past him without even acknowledging him. That was exactly what I wanted to see.
Then this morning, Spudley was having a little play with Lilly and Trixie. Thor stayed out of it completely, and when Spud moved away, Thor then went and played with Trixie himself instead.
That’s huge for him.
That’s self-control.
That’s emotional regulation.
That’s learning.
Now… onto the latest Thor adventure. 🙈
This weekend the Springer Spaniel side of his breeding made a very dramatic appearance. Normally, he looks far more German Shepherd in both appearance and behaviour… but apparently the spaniel genes decided they deserved a turn.
The dogs were loose on the land, not confined to the secure paddock because historically I’ve never had a dog escape from there. Then my neighbour appears at the gate and says:
“Have you got a black dog?”
Sure enough, Thor had located a tiny gap somewhere along the fencing and had gone off on his own little expedition into the farmer’s field at the front of the houses.
I retrieved him, walked the entire fence line from the farmer’s field side, located the escape route, and for now he’s back on lead access unless he’s inside the fully secure paddock.
Because now I know exactly what he’d do given the opportunity…
Bog off on an independent hiking holiday. 🤦♀️
Bloody Spaniels, eh? 😅